[This is a question that he's been almost afraid to ask: if the kisses were just the curses. If it was just because he was a girl, just because of whatever fucked-up thing that made Roman take his eyes also made him like kissing him. This time, there's no curses, no blood, just the taste of the upir on his tongue, as Roman licks into his mouth and it makes his head spin for entirely different reasons.
This is happening, and fuck, it sparks heat in his body as they kiss and Roman is so warm under his hands. He's clinging to him, holding on, it's one moment where he's not torn between running and holding on too tight. He's just here caught up in feeling how hands fit against each other's body, how their mouths touch.]
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This is happening, and fuck, it sparks heat in his body as they kiss and Roman is so warm under his hands. He's clinging to him, holding on, it's one moment where he's not torn between running and holding on too tight. He's just here caught up in feeling how hands fit against each other's body, how their mouths touch.]